Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.